“In every woman there is this feverish and anxious expectation of a greater force, of a strength impregnated with a somber mystery, this crazy, unconscious, instinctive tension toward the unknown power, toward the superiority that subjugates, even in a tyrannical way… From the palaces to the humblest cottages, under all the roofs where a womanly heart is beating and where a feminine imagination flies away beyond the borders of reality, where the mysticism of the unknown, the impossible, the unattainable, agitates the souls that are thirsty for strong emotions, the story is the same, noting can replace it…” Zabel Yesayan